chores

broken and breaking

he bleeds he

onto me

through transparent blood

that hasn’t yet breathed

his life and that blocks

his breath now in sobs

of i could’ve done better

you see

i could’ve been someone

if i only did see

and you hadn’t been

and i want to tell him

that i barely feel there

but he goes on like

the world

where its inhabitants

don’t notice its spinning

and it doesn’t notice theirs

that he could be different

if only he’d have the time

and if not time

then money

not money

friends

not friends

feelings

feelings

hope

hope

all

all

it

all of it

crying his name

but his tears don’t know

how to spell

and he barely do-

the commercial ends

he clears his eyes

lets me go

free

to break and broker

as long as i don’t

interrupt his laughing